Kiss This [pg13]

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[bg=332929] ****, White hated islands... For one, they were surrounded by a lotta water. Not his favorite thing. Kinda isolated too, so how was he gonna import anything? Not like people grew on trees around here. Just him and the freaks now. That'd get kinda hairy. And Crane expected him to get some kind of colony started in the middle of the goddamn jungle. Right... There's a reason he took over the last one. Less work than building something. An' he didn't have that magic that Crane did. Or didn't he? Well, everything seemed to be working out fine. Had been for a bit, minus the water crap. Thus the boat. Smart to have a few of 'em now, considering Sol was waterfront property. White had loaded in most of the things he was bringing with him on this little charting expedition. Now there was just Ivy. "Hmm..." he stared at the stuff he'd brought. Plenty of guns, ammo, knives, some first aid crap. Something about hostile natives from the other island or something. Wasn't a problem where he was, but Crane had a real issue with 'em. They worked out something, and he got to go shooting down a buncha mythical freaks for fun. Everyone wins. "Get in," he finally said. Everything looked balanced enough. Wasn't a long paddle, so he'd be fine. Brought the dogs with him again, but they weren't handling it as well as him. As long as they were quiet...

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Ivymiddle.png] From where she stood, Ivy was able to get a good, long look at her old enemy. All the miles and miles of it. ****ing water. Just look at it. The way it moved... The waves it caused... It was taunting her. The bastard. Thought it was so great, did it? Well they'd see just how great it was after she'd ridden a giant piece of metal all over its face. With a smug grin on her face, she turned away and hopped into the boat. Almost immediately losing her balance, she held onto White for support as she tried to get used to the feeling of essentially standing on the water. Letting go of him, she slowly lowered herself to the ground and crawled over to take a seat, clutching the sides of the boat desperately. "Cap'n?" She muttered, taking a moment to appreciate the fact that her nickname for him now made sense, "I 'ave a confession." She peered suspiciously into the depths of the water, looking away soon after, having successfully given herself a headache. "I ain't a fan of the water, I ain't," She continued with her eyes closed, massaging her temples, "Where I come from you could go yer whole life without seein' that. Countries are jus' on a giant landmass, ya see." Shivering, she removed her flask from her pocket and took a quick swig. The day was starting off on a not-so-good note, but it didn't sound like it'd all be bad. She heard something about getting to kill a bunch of monsters and there was potentially money to be made in the act. That sounded lovely. She had her alcohol, she was going to make some money... Now she just needed the opportunity to set something on fire and the day would be perfect. Well except for the water, but that was more like a minor annoyance now. So she leaned back, sighing, and finding herself lost in thought. A moment or two later she looked up again, quietly muttering something to herself. "Reckon this is a bad time t'mention I ain't too fond of dogs either."

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[bg=332929] He took another look at the big picture - the flat stretch of waves and the awful small boat for setting sail in that stretch. Never knew what was in the goddamn water either... ****ing sea serpents as far as he knew. It was an island. That Crane picked. In the middle of no ****ing where. He didn't know what the hell kid of **** went on here... and the way the land quickly dropped off into darkness was kinda... "Hell," he vampire droned, taking out a cigarette and immediately inhaling the suffocating calm. "An' I ain't no ****ing captain..." Right. Things to do. White took one final look at the deep, dark blue of the ocean as it churned around the tiny boat, and he set about forgetting it existed. Hell, nothing else to do. Yeah. He could ignore it. Sure. Didn't know how to sail, but it wasn't that far. Not like he could miss the big chunk of land right in front of him. Nope. He could do this. - - - About an hour, it took to ****ing go the one mile. ****, he hated sailing. And water. And islands. And these goddamn monsters or whatever the hell they were. Went through a pack of cigarettes without a thought, and more than a few times he pictured himself doing that... that vampire thing. The one where ya flew places instead of sailed. Sure. He could be a bat if he really wanted to. Never tried it, and the thought really wasn't that appetizing, but he'd try anything to not do that again. And he wouldn't. He had a way of getting back without the boat. "Right well..." he said, looking around, still panting slightly from the trip. Lot of trees. Couldn't see a damn thing. He started another pack and decided now was a good time to be drunk. Although he'd have loved to during the trip over here, he sure as hell wasn't going to risk falling over. "Pick a gun." There was notably less squeamishness to his voice this time. Not quite there enough to worry about Ivy shooting herself yet though. Let her rummage around through 'em. He'd deal with that when the critters started showing up. For now though, he'd just sit here. And drink. Stare at the trees instead of the waves. Good plan.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Ivymiddle.png] She had no idea how long it took them to finally reach land. It felt like hours... Although one looses much of their sense of time after spending the entire trip curled up into a ball on the floor of the boat. Ivy could handle a lot of things. She had stared Hel herself in the face without so much as a flinch. However, there was just something about water that... She just didn't like it, okay? And now she lived on an island surrounded by the stuff. Fantastic. When they made it to the island, she remained lying down, calming her nerves by breathing steadily and keeping her eyes shut. She didn't even want to look at the sky right now. It reminded her too much of the water. No, she'd settle for this darkness right now. Then she heard mention of guns. "Aye, Cap'n!" She sat straight up, saluting the air in front of her. He didn't seem too fond of her nickname for him. Well that was just another reason to continue calling him that! She got up slowly and inched toward the weapons, wasting no time rummaging through them. She soon selected the one with the really long muzzle that could also double as a club in case things got too close, which made her feel right at home. However, before she moved away, she took another quick look through and found one of those smaller guns. The type that you could easily hide. She glanced over at White as she slipped the handgun into her jacket. Finally taking a step onto the dry land, she repositioned the gun and stood surveying the land in front of her. Seemed pretty quiet so far but she knew never to trust the beautiful, peaceful looking scenery. There were probably nasty little beasties hiding just behind those trees. It was something to watch for, but really nothing to be worried about. She removed a cigarette from her pack and took a quick draw, waiting for something to happen. It was then she realized that she wasn't exactly sure what was supposed to happen. Up until now she had assumed it was just a "shoot now and ask questions later" sort of deal. Maybe she should have asked. "So... What exactly we lookin' for?" Better late then never.

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[bg=332929] White didn't mind much. Didn't get emotional much. Didn't really give a ****, if you wanted to get technical - and why should he? Never was able to answer that question, so he never put in the effort to give a damn. But hey, he got somewhat touchy when he actually did, by some miracle, get uncomfortable. Water wasn't very comfortable. Islands. Smaller islands. A boat on water. Didn't mind the nickname, but it got old real fast under certain circumstances. But he was okay now. He took a deep, calm breath of the sweet, dry smoke; letting out out slowly as he glanced around at the not wet dry land. "Eh?" he nearly didn't catch the question. Really hadn't noticed she'd taken his advice and grabbed a gun either until he turned to face her, wondering about what she'd said. Something about... Oh. What they were doing. Yeah, he was a bit fuzzy on that too, but from the obscure way Crane put stuff he got this much: "We're shooting anything that moves on this island." He didn't think she cared much about the part where he and Crane had traded off some boring political ****, so he left that out. With another draw and exhale he finally decided to pick a weapon. Or seven. As much as he liked overkill, there was also a reason Crane'd sent him over here and not someone like Coyle. He got things done. Despite most situations. White went for a simple favorite of his for the main weapon - shotgun. Couldn't go wrong, but it had a terrible range. That's why he also picked up a pair of semi automatic pistols and a big, fun looking knife. Didn't like knives much - too close and personal. Sent the wrong impression, especially if you were gonna kill someone with it. Besides, knives took energy to use. He grabbed a box of rounds from the back of the boat, loading two into the shotgun and flipping the barrel closed. Just pull the trigger. Gunpowder did the rest. But he'd need the knife. Always did. He noticed she was only holding one gun, and almost boredly he chose two more smaller ones at random. "Gonna need more than one, girly." He handed her the two - just a couple of pistols - but they'd be useful. The way this sounded, they were in for some scuffle. And just as he suspected, there was already something happening. Not a lot of noise, but he could hear things moving in the jungle. Once again, cured of all unease, he just pumped the shotgun lifelessly and waited. "Don't let 'em get in the boat, alright?" he said. "Don't know if the little monsters can use any of that stuff or not." Sure they were freaks, but so was Coyle, and he could work a gun even though critters with claws instead of hands weren't supposed to be touching that kind of stuff. It'd be hell anyways if they infested the ride out. Now with his two pistols holstered at his sides and the knife sheathed and waiting, White couldn't help but smile a little, listening to the sounds of the branches snapping as whatever the hell it was he was supposed to be shooting at came closer. Been a while. He aimed the shotgun.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Ivymiddle.png] Leaning lazily against her gun, Ivy disinterestedly flipped her cigarette between her fingers before eventually dropping it and lacking the will to bend down and pick it up again. Well, the assignment seemed easy. Too easy, even. Just aim at and shoot everything. Easiest money she'd ever make. That is... She really was getting paid, right? She had to be... Right? It was then she heard a noise in the distance. It wasn't much: just some twigs being broken, and some leaves being scattered. However, those sounds indicated movement, and movement indicated things that needed to be shot. So she swung the largest of the guns up into position, aiming at the trees in the distance. In her life she'd learned the many dos and don'ts of battling. Do keep moving; don't assume they're dead. Of course, none was more important than the one that soon became her golden rule: don't hesitate. However, as the first of the beasts broke free from the jungle and began galloping toward her, she did just that. Lowering her gun slightly, she tipped her head as she watched this... Thing. This thing that appeared to be a knight of sorts? That was very strange. She had grown to believe that this world was a more highly advanced version of her own world, yet these creatures appeared to take a step back. Or perhaps they just liked to play dress up. She had to admit, there was something rather foreboding about a dark knight thundering down the path toward you. With a shrug, she rose the gun again, aimed, and fired. There was no visible effect. Did she... Miss? She highly doubted that, but still, she aimed and fired at it again. Then a third time, and a fourth, just for good measure. Each bullet did the same thing that the first did: nothing. Confused, she lowered her gun; the creature still rapidly approaching. Maybe she was just a terrible shot today. Or maybe the bullets couldn't pierce the armor. Or maybe they were immortal, masochistic freaks like the one standing beside her. Whatever the reason, she felt cheated at having been so poorly prepared with information about them, and unwilling to find whatever weak spot they may have. Then a thought occurred to her. The perfect plan. She set the gun on the ground and took a quick step back. "I'm a mercenary; I'm not in this for the sport itself," She shook her head sadly, "I hope you don't die." The binds holding her molecules together were broken, causing her to vanish immediately. Since she first discovered these powers, she had spent a lot of time mastering them. Well, not mastering them per se... But she knew how to use them well enough to escape from seemingly un-winnable circumstances.

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[bg=332929] White swore. He swore a lot - more often now that there was plenty of water around, but now he was swearing because this didn't look to be as cut and dry as he'd hoped. ****, if he wasn't gettign soemthing outta this... And just like that, he was alone too. Didn't surprise him much. She was some kinda alien thing or whatever, so she had some kind of alien powers or whatever. Made perfect sense to him. Also made sense that she didn't want to be here. Hell, he didn't want to be here and he was getting paid to be. White, still too far away to use his gun, didn't bother to try the pistols. Always a problem, damn critters. Some were fireproof. More were bulletproof. Some were even damn immortal, and aside from how convenient that was for him, it got to be a pain in the ass when it was someone else. But it was doable. White sighed, propping himself up on the shotgun and looking around again at the empty space around him. "Well mercenary," he chuckled, "More money for me then." The knight things didn't slow, which was fine with him, because in a few seconds they were near enough for him to try the shotgun. The blast was bigger and louder than most other guns he brought, and it turns out the horses didn't like it too much, but nothing much happened to the riders. He chucked the other guns in the boat then and backed off along the shoreline, emptying a few more shells into the nearest horses. They seemed pretty normal to him. Dropped like flies if he hit 'em just right. The knights, on the other hand, just got ****y if they lost their horses. Luckily they didn't move so fast without them. White continued to pick away at the horses, but after a while, he figured there were too many to take out all of them. That, and he was running low on shells. And shoreline. The critters were smarter than they looked, and they'd circled around ahead of them to cut him off. "****ers," White mumbled, scanning the closing in crowd. See? Always needed the knife.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Ivymiddle.png] Ivy was many things. A warrior, a drug addict, an opportunist... But a quitter? Never! By the gods, she'd never even tried to quit smoking, she was that dedicated. If someone gave her a mission they knew damn well that she'd get it done.... Well, about 80% of the time actually. But that figure rose to around 97% when there was a lot of money involved. So saying, she wasn't about to quite before the fight even truly began, both because it was now her duty to see this mission through to its end, and because she didn't want to risk floating over the water on her way back to the mainland, only to accidentally rematerialize and drown. Oh, and add this to the list of things Ivy was: a giant, ****ing lion. And here she finally remembered that. So when she reappeared amidst a group of the crazy and potentially immortal knights, her human form only lasted for a fraction of a seconds, after which a large, silver lion-horse hybrid thing stood where she once did. Unfortunately, though this form was much larger than her human self, it also wasn't as straightforward. Let's see... She had some claws and teeth, and some hooves, and a tail that wouldn't do a damn thing she told it to. Having never fought in this body before, she did the one thing that she felt made the most sense: she barreled into whatever was closest. Luckily, there horses toppled easily after a huge lion tackled them with all of its strength. This method of attack worked for awhile as she let the ground dish out most of the damage, though after awhile she remembered her claws. Now, she had never fought with claws before either, though she had seen other cats batting at mice before. She assumed it was basically the same, only on a larger scale. Whenever she had fought against larger armies in the past, she had managed to stay alive by staying on the move. In doing so, she had devised a strategy: swing at an enemy, then run. Then you attack another and run again, and the cycle repeats itself. By staying to finish off a single enemy, one could potentially become distracted, What's more, if you attacked one enemy, and they didn't die, and then you ran off, they probably weren't going to run after you, but rather, they'd attack the next closest person. True, she didn't have an army backing her here, but the basic principles remained the same. So, she fell into a rhythm. Swing, run, swing, run. Lucky for her, this body was easily able to match the horses' strides. It was probably able to even outrun them if she was actually going at a gallop and not at a... Hobble. Well, she wasn't used to moving on four legs. What did anyone expect from her? At least it managed to get her out of the way of the knight's weapons. All the while, her attacks were being punctuated by a sadistic, little voice encouraging her to ”Kill! Kill! Kill!” After awhile of using this attack strategy, one thing became clear: there were even more than she initially thought. Maybe these things reproduced asexually. Or maybe it just seemed like more because she hadn't really been killing many of the knights. The horses went down easily enough, but the knights were much tougher. Still, she wasn't about to stop and ponder a new strategy, so she kept up the offense, wishing that this form had a gun or two built into its arms.

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[bg=332929] ....and that looks like it worked. White figured the only reason Ivy tagged along was because she thought there was money in it - and there was. A lot of money, just for killing a few critters on an island... and he'd be damned if Ivy was just gonna swing her claws around and kill more of them than he was. Call it a habit, but he liked keeping score. Made all the noise and beating the **** out of each other go along faster. He used up the last few shells of the shotgun, then took out the knife. A few of the knight things drew swords. Great, one of these kinds of fights... but he'd done worse. White used the nice metal shotgun body to avoid the sharp stuff, and aimed for the soft stuff. Armor didn't work so well when you had to, say, see out of it. Looks like getting stabbed in the eye was fatal for these guys too. So he did that, plenty of times. But it really wasn't fighting, so he circled back to the boat. The dogs were there, and they were doing pretty well with guarding it. That bought him some time to see what he'd brought with him. Rifling through cases with only a bit more energy than usual, White worked out what he could use. The things were armored, so there wasn't much sense in any kind of firearm. And he wasn't a big fan of swords. Sad too, 'cause it looked like that's what he'd need out there. Backwards little ****s still used horses and those damn heavy swords- Yup, real heavy swords. One of 'em sliced right through the boat's hull not an inch from his head. Grimacing, White turned around just in time to be tackled by one of the things trying to gouge his heart out. Apparently they had claws. Big hooked ones. He cut himself a bit ducking away from those, but overall the things weren't too bad one-on-one. He flipped it, punched through the armor, and did some heart gouging of his own. "Crap..." He got up, and without looking at his hands he wiped the blood off. Happened every time... and now he was gonna be wired all afternoon. Blinking a few times, he quickly grabbed something fairly baseball bat-shaped, and lit a cigarette. That'd be enough to stifle the smell. Taking a few experimental swings, he got off the boat and basically beat his way though the crowd. Well, the armor didn't look indestructible by the way it crumpled. Probably some low grade metal or something. Either way, it was slow going if he was gonna do much population control. How the hell many of these things did he have to kill again?

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Ivymiddle.png] After several more rounds of employing her attack strategy, she began to notice that she had been making some real progress. True, it wasn't all that much still, considering how many of them there were, but she'd noticed that after the second or third time she attacked them, they would stop moving. It was nice to know that they could actually be defeated, though they still had an advantage in both numbers and weapons. Just narrowly managing to avoid one of their swords as it crashed into the ground in front of her, she bolted out of the group that she had managed to get herself caught in. She tackled a few horses on her way out, sending them and their riders crashing to the ground, though she didn't stop to do more damage. This was phase two of her strategy: get the hell away and regroup. She was able to race past most of the enemies and the weapons that they flung at her, though as she crashed into another knight, she noticed a strange feeling, and before she was able to fully understand what it was and what she was supposed to do, her paws disappeared from under her and she pitched forward, falling onto her hands and knees. Disoriented, she could only stare down at her hands. ”****,” she muttered, hearing a sword fall to the ground beside her just as she tried to focus on getting out of her human form again. Instead, she grabbed the heavy sword and, stumbling to her feet, she swung it around her, feeling it collide with something metal that easily gave way. Catching her breath, she got a better handle on the weapon, opting to use both hands to wield it, just as another enemy was closing in on her. She thrust the sword forward, following through and pulling it out as she moved past it, looking for a place where she probably wouldn't be surrounded on all sides. Unfortunately, the only place that might have worked was a spot by the water, but that wasn't going to happen. She made her way through the crowd, hacking and slicing at anything that came near her. It was around here that she began to wonder where Cap'n had gone. Her initial response to this was to feel extremely ****ed if he had gone and gotten himself killed. Then she had to wonder again if he could get killed at all. It was sorta like he was already dead, so could he die again? If not then he should have been making a sacrifice and allowing her to use him as a human shield. ”Er, Cap'n?” She called, blocking an attack and running her sword through another enemy, ”Do... do we have to kill all of them?” They had made good progress, but was it enough? She really didn't know any details other than she was supposed to kill as many of them as she could, but really, she could have figured that out on her own. Come to think of it, if they were going to leave before they'd killed all of them, how would they be able to before the monsters were upon them again? And why where they supposed to fight these things anyway? Why didn't anyone explain their weaknesses to her? Why hadn't anyone told her anything about the enemies at all? And why... ”You're a terrible commander!” She spat, bringing the sword down on yet another knight. The heaviness of the weapon was beginning to tire her out.

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[bg=332929] Baseball was damn fun. Used to be huge way back when. And when you lived in a country that liked baseball, you learned a few things about it - mostly the home run hitting stuff. Worked a bit different with demonic knight things than it did with baseballs, but it was about the same all in all. You hit hard, and you stayed in the game. White cut a lazy path over to where Ivy'd suddenly disappeared, and found her back in her human form. She managed alright, so he didn't rush to get to her, but she was yelling something at him so he'd thought he'd regroup and figure out what it was. "Eh..." he stammered, not sure how to answer her. It was probably for the best though, because what she said next was returned with a dry laugh and an offhanded swing of his makeshift bat. "Don't know where you get the idea that I'm in charge all the time," he sucked in a few lungfuls of smoke and beat down a few more of the knights before continuing. "...because I rarely am." It was true that White was pretty tyrannical when it came to his kids, but that's about where it ended. He wasn't some grand schemer like Coyle, or some big empire builder like Crane. In fact, the first thing he did when he'd built up his business is settle down in a sleepy town and ignore most all of the world. Before that there was a string of half-assed traveling, and before that... well, he was more motivated back then. But that didn't even last as long as his life. Point was, White wasn't exactly the "commander" type. Funny story, how he got his kids, but it wasn't much his decision as it was another random turn of events. An' without them to worry about, he'd probably still be wandering around aimlessly. He wouldn't need to make deals with some brooding magician and he wouldn't be risking his ass out here with a bunch of pointy-clawed critters. White had beaten down the barrel of whatever gun he was using pretty well. With a final bash, he chucked the ruined thing, and decided to stick with what he knew best: shooting. Seemed stupid now, but he had an idea. He aimed for the eyes, just like he had with his knife, and shot three of them down in a row. "Well hell," he shrugged, and tried out his new method a few more times. Right, well like he'd said, he knew near **** about what he was supposed to be doing here. That was Crane's job, and it was Crane's job to get them outta here too. He was pretty sure the guy didn't want them to clear out the place. That'd take days by the looks of it, and he hadn't brought that many guns either. After clearing out a small space around them, White looked around at the damage they'd done. There were a few bodies here and there... Most of the first through third waves had been thinned out. Looked like there'd be some heavy losses for the demon knight things... and that sounded about right to him. "We're finished. Get in the boat." White said, retreating towards the water once again. He kept his eyes on the waves of critters as he backed up, but with his free hand he grabbed something from out of his pocket. Some kinda rock or something. White wasn't a fan of magic, nor did he pretend to know what the hell it did, but he trusted Crane's stuff. He'd seen it work enough, he figured, to be worth betting on. And yet... "****, this had better work."

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Ivymiddle.png] Whatever mission they were supposed to be completing here had better be coming to an end, because now she was getting thoroughly ****ed. So, she took out her frustrations on whatever decided to approach her, which turned out to only be more of those knights, much to her dismay. Still, she kept up the offensive, striking down knight after knight in her newfound anger. After she had considerably thinned out the group around her, she returned to the defensive. "Forgive me," she growled through clenched teeth, "for thinking that the man who asked me to join this battle would actually know what the **** we're supposed to be doing here!" Though it probably wasn't a good thing to do on the battlefield, she began to get nostalgic. It was hard to believe that there was once a time when she went into a mission knowing what was going on; when she knew that she would actually be fighting other humans. There were times that they would even pay her - if only partially - up front. But here, there was no hope of any of that happening. It was all that damned Valkyrie's fault! Of all the places they could have gone, it had to be to this ****ty world. She even wouldn't have minded going back to her own world. So she'd probably have to deal with Hel again once she died... again. But so what? She could deal with it. Of course, that was just wistful thinking. It had been so long that her world had probably changed greatly from what she remembered. She was brought out of the sentimental thoughts by the word "finished." Not bothering to question it, she dropped the heavy sword to the ground with a clang! Then, in a hurry to get the hell out of there, she separated her molecules, rendering her invisible once again. All the millions of pieces quickly floated over to the boat before rematerializing above it. A little too far above it. She toppled backward into the boat with a yelp. "**** if I ever go on one of these ****ing missions again," she was muttering resentfully, rubbing the back of her head, "don't care about the ****ing money. This is ****ing ****." She pulled herself up, vaguely aware that he was holding something in his hand that may or may not be their ticket out of there. Probably some sort of magic **** or something. She didn't know much about the magic here, as it worked much differently than the types she was used to. But she did notice his skepticism about their way out of here. "****. Least I can fly or some ****."

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[bg=332929] He cleared away a few more of the attacking force before trying to figure out the rock-thing. Let's see... did he use words or something? White shifted hands, shooting with his left while trying to figure the rock out with his good hand. It was a damn rock. No lines, no symbols, no magical glowing ****. He tried to mutter a few words he knew, but the rock just sat there. "****. Hold on a second." What did Crne say about the rock? Better yet, how did magical rocks work? There wasn't a key word you used, right? Or did you imagine where you wanted to go and it'd take you there? Or hey, you could get two of them, tap 'em together and say "there's no place like home" a few times and that'd do the trick... Actually. "To the docks." And like that, they were at the Bleachwood Docks. White looked around, still pointing the gun out to sea, but eventually he decided there weren't any more of those knight things around. The island they were on was a ways down the shoreline, and he couldn't see many of those things climbing into the water to look for them either. That ended pretty well, despite everything. Didn't even have to sail back. He holstered his gun, then took the holster off and threw it into a crate on the boat. The rock he pocketed, sighing. Not doing that again.